The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 966

The words “my husband” soothed Isaac, but anxiety quickly took hold again. He couldn’t shake the feeling that seniors always had a knack for falling for the juniors, for example, William.

After exchanging pleasantries, Hugh turned to Brittany with a friendly grin. “Bri, let’s swap digits. We should grab some grub sometime.”

Brittany jotted down her number and helped a completely sloshed Charles into the car.

“Take care, Hugh,” she said as Isaac shut the car door and took his place behind the wheel, casting a lingering glance at Hugh before driving away.

Brittany, sitting in the backseat, kept a watchful eye on Charles, making sure Charles didn’t topple over in the drunken stupor.

Once home, she ushered Charles into the guest room. There was an unspoken rule about propriety between men and women, and Brittany couldn’t very well undress him. With no one else in the house, and Isaac certainly not the one to help Charles out, she thought to call for the housekeeper. But Isaac stopped her.

“Men can go a night without a shower. No big deal. Let’s head to bed,” he said, steering her back to their room.

Once inside, Isaac wasted no time peeling off her clothes and nibbling at her earlobe. “You and that guy from tonight, you two close?”

“We worked a part-time job together in college, Brittany replied truthfully. “After graduation, he moved to Craneville, and we lost touch.”

was evident. “Try to keep your

since our college days. They’re probably married by now. And I’m not exactly everyone’s cup of tea, you

he could meld her into his very being, then they could

for the

but was firmly held

always worrying about another man, was that really okay?

Brittany didn’t dare speak another word and snuggled into Isaac’s chest. “Okay, I won’t go.”

at last, Isaac held her close as they drifted

about to explode. She staggered downstairs,

me some honey water?” she groaned, not realizing this wasn’t her house.

crisp voice replied, “Honey water coming right up.”

Squinting through puffy eyes, she saw a little boy about six or seven years old, dressed in a white shirt, suspenders, and a bow tie, looking up at her

by the

you?” Charles

Who was this kid? Why was she here?

glass down on the coffee table. This is my house. Where did you